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Stubborn Ezra

Chapter 1

Ezra woke up in a cold sweat. He heard several thing clatter to the floor. Before breaking out in a coughing fit. When he finally quit coughing, he turned to look at the clock on the wall, it read 3:24 in the mourning. He groaned as he sat up, his head was pounding, and his entire body ached. He felt freezing cold yet sweltering hot at the same time. He got off the top bunk of his bed that he shared with Zeb and nearly collapsed but caught himself on the ladder that led to his bunk.

' Good thing I didn't wake Zeb.' He thought, as he walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of water to sooth his very sore and dry throat. After he finished drinking the glass of water. He instantly felt like he was going to puke, and he did but fortunately into a trash bin. 'why did I have to get sick.' he thought. He went back to the room he shared with Zeb. He looked at the ladder venomously and thought 'why did I have to get the top bunk.' He sighed and climbed up into his bed and fell asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow.

Zeb woke up to someone groaning, he got up slowly wondering who was making such a ruckus at this hour, which happened to be 5:30 in the morning, he got out of his bed and ran straight into a piece of scrap metal, which just continued to float. He grunted, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, he saw various items floating around the room. At first, he thought someone had turned off the gravity, but then he realized he was standing firmly on the ground. He started to look around the room, but he was knocked off his feet as the Ghost shook violently and a red flashing light turned on.

Everything crashed to the floor as Ezra was nearly thrown out of his bed as the Ghost's shield were shot again, he was panting trying to catch his breath, he then started coughing violently for a couple of seconds. Luckily for him Zeb had already left for the cockpit. 'What's going on?' he thought as the Ghost shook again. He got down from his bed this time bracing himself, so he wouldn't collapse. He wearily trudged towards the cockpit, to see what was happening. The constant wobbling of the ship didn't help his already unsteady legs. 'At least it will help hide that I'm sick.' he thought optimistically, feeling he may end up emptying the contents of his stomach again.

"Karabast!" Zeb yelled as he stumbled into the cockpit, more than a little grumpy that he had been woken at this hour, all thoughts of floating objects erased from his mind. Hera, Chopper, Kanan, and Sabine were already there, looking as if they had just been woken up too, all except for Chopper who had been piloting the Ghost while the others slept. "where's the kid?" Zeb asked, but was ignored as the Ghost shook again from the TIE fighters who had appeared out of nowhere it seemed. To the left of the Ghost was an imperial fighter.

"Chopper fix the hyperdrive." ordered Hera. Chopper made a lot of grumbling and beeping noises in response but got to work. "Kanan, Sabine, Zeb I need cover fire NOW!" she hollered, as she avoided another round of fire from one of the TIE fighters. Sending Kanan, Sabine, and Zeb sprawling to the floor. As soon as they regained their footing they all went to their post, to provide cover fire for the Ghost as best as they could, until they could enter hyperspace, to escapes the Imperials.